Poems by Jorge Belanger

Bloom

Put's hand on Hips and
passionately pull her head forward.
Grasping this moment forever he kisses her,
hoping she'll give it back.
their emotions melt into their lips,
and then from there into each other.
Turning into a violent fray of love.

As their hands guide their souls
pulling and tearing each other apart,
just to see whats inside.
Her lips, an ever blooming crimson red.
like none other then a rose.
A perfect bloom, waiting to be plucked
hoping to be taken by one who is pure of heart.







Drug Puppet

"This poem is inspired by a friend/friends and party monster the movie... tell me what you think and be honest. this is probably one of the first poems ive actually bothered to write down. and i want as much feedback as possible good and bad."

as his friends started dropping one by one
he too became another lost soul
just another drug puppet
with nowhere to go
no pride to change
and now nothing to lose

He finally gave in
they handed it over
so easy, with a grin
his mind started to spin

as the drugs slip in
the mind slips out
you lose your soul
as the monster takes its hold

nothing's important anymore
You're lost, you feel like nothing is more
the tragedy is
your friends no longer care
they've all became unaware
that you're even there

too lost to live
no more to give
and as the body drops
the heart stops beating
just another human laid to waste
i'll never forget that face

How could this happen
you had so much to give
too early to lose
you were just a kid





Embers

Burning, black embers falling;
My life starts to collapse.
Her mellifluous voice
I still hear clear.
My existence, flying like
The ashes through the air

The memories,
Tearing my life unrelentingly
The pictures,
Crushing in my grasp

I watch my heart descend
As it surrenders from my hold.
It was over too quick
Like this verse.

Your memories were once my pencil,
Now they've become my eraser
My skin is wearing thin
As I put all that's left
On this stained paper.